Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

“The drive is cracked. It shows Whitaker was updated March 3 2026. Beneficiary: Carter Industries.” “By who?” Elena asked. “Admin account. Deleted after.” Elena nodded. “Keep digging.” Maya left. Mercer stayed. “Do the calms Ma'am.” “I’m fine,” Elena said. “I’m fine Mercer.” --- *11:59pm* Elena opened _WHITAKER. PART 2. _7. Basement 3 accessed. Audit secured. Anonymous party extended Blackwood debt 10 days without authorization. Meeting with Sophia 8am._

Agent Eric struts inside as he wears a pair of blue gloves, and went near the table where a woman was found lying dead on the floor. "She's Amethyst Parker, a streamer and a vlogger. She was seen by the police completely lying on the floor. Doors were locked from the inside so she was alone, the police had to break the front door. She was streaming when she suddenly choke and the audience were the ones who called the police. You have been called to investigate because of this." Detective Fox handed him a file from one of the drawers of the table.

"I want the truth, and I'm only going to ask this once. How do you know they were looking for her?" "Sasha told me," Eve said. "She overheard them with River in the solarium. Sasha ran to get someone one, and when they got back, he was dead." "Why didn't she tell me this when I questioned her earlier?" Xander asked. "She just said that she found his body." "I guess she was afraid. I have no idea." Eve shrugged. "You know how excitable she is."

The cold metal of the gun pressed against my forehead, I could hear the sound of my heart in my ears and I was sure it could to. His hand shook slightly but I could see the determination to kill me in his eyes. He kept staring at me, slowly pulling the rigger and I just wanted him to get over with it and let me die. The suspense was killing me. “This is it, Emma,” he spoke up, that should smirk still on his lips. “You couldn’t stayed alive but you wanted to get to the bottom of things so bad. Damien will pay for what he did, and so will you!”

I'm trapped in a waking nightmare. Spending all day awaiting punishment isn't fun, especially when you don't know what Zachary wants to do. I tried calling and texting him, but none of my messages went through. The last time I had been this anxious was when I supposedly killed him, and now he's the one haunting me. Emma arrives home late today and when she does, she is covered in bruises and bandages on her body. Alarmed, I rush to her, asking her what happened. "I got into an accident," she tells me, sounding dazed.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

She got tired and sat on the ground, panting heavily to rest. "Starting from today, I will never come back to see you again. Wait a few days, I will come back directly to collect your corpses." Lying on the ground, Emma silently picked up a fruit knife and, taking advantage of her aunt's unawareness, stabbed her in the chest. Emma's aunt's pupils dilated, her eyes filled with disbelief. Emma suddenly grinned and said, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time." The siren suddenly sounded. When the police pushed the door open, Emma was lying on the ground, covered in blood. Her clothes were in disarray, and the signs of being assaulted were so evident.

'She seems happy. "And... Eliezer Webber," she muttered aloud, consulting the list of names. "I take it he's the author." Her eyes moved to the clean shaven man with glasses. He was dressed in a vest with tie and shirtsleeves, and Avera let out a breath of laughter. "He dresses like Ben." She stared at the two of them. 'They seem... familiar.' She began to turn through the pages, looking for something to tell her more of the two of them until she had come to the section marked for interviews. There, she found a chapter titled An Interview with Dorcus Garner.

she said, her tone sharp with determination. She’d piqued Dexter’s curiosity, a spark of unease flickering within him. To be in Maverick’s inner circle, a person had to offer something valuable. Autumn, for instance, was the granddaughter of the reputable Helena Dawson. Helena, who had rescued her family from bankruptcy after her husband’s death, was revered; her legacy was alive in her only legitimate grandchild, Autumn, who bore a striking resemblance to her.

"According to the autopsy, she died in a car accident. However, the officer refused to let me see the body. What was even more bizarre was that my name appeared on her autopsy report. "That day, I felt like my world had collapsed. Once I got home, I went through Isla's belongings and found a contact named Q on her WhatsApp. When I opened the chat history, it was full of messages showing that Isla had been coerced by Q."